guavejuice | The more the merrier -qaf fic

Author:

guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Other characters:Michael, Ben, Hunter (mentioned)
Timeline:Post 513
A/N:Unbeta'd
A/N2: A bit lengthy but...
Karl (with a K! ) is a non cannon character. In my post 513 'verse he first appeared as Hunter's boyfriend and then husband. I always 'saw' him in my mind as a young sweet good looking African American. About a week ago I came across a random pic online and as I looked at the right hand side- there was my Karl (or at least the way I envisioned him )

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"God, Mickey… do you know what time it is ?" Brian barked into his phone, reluctantly removing himself from the warmth generated by Justin's naked body.

" First of all It's fucking 5 in the afternoon, if you really want to know…" Michael answered "And I kinda need your help."

"What is it?... is everything okay?" Brian pulled himself up and set in bed. Justin slightly shivered as his side of the blanket was lifted. He turned on his back and fluttered his eyes open.

"Everything is fine… don't worry, it's just that… Hunter is coming over for the holidays" Michael explained.

"That's fabulous dear, but why did you have to interrupt my fucking Saturday Siesta for that?" Brian threw himself back on the mattress next to Justin.

"Well… Hunter and Karl recently got married In DC. So Ben and I thought we should throw them a little shindig while they're here and might even put some Kwanzza touches in there to honor Karl's African American heritage."

"That's very thoughtful of you" Brian answered, holding his phone in one hand and gliding his other hand across Justin's torso.

"So will you do that?" Michael sounded cheerful.

"Do what?" Brian snapped, his tongue stuck half way down Justin's treasure trail.

"Help us…" Michael pleaded.

"Why do I always have to do that? Your friend Em is the real party animal around here… isn't he?" Brian tried to protest, his head now buried in Justin's pubes.

"Because Emmett himself told me to call you. He said you were ever so present while he was helping you and Justin organize the little after party… after your private ceremony" Michael sounded a bit hysterical .

Brian noticed his young partner couldn't hold back any longer while his own cock began to leak shiny drops of pre cum.

"Okay… Come by the house tomorrow morning, we'll talk. But… don't forget to knock first" Brian said and threw away his phone.

_ _ _ _ _

"Yeah, we’re totally ruining your fun. First we tell you not to get drunk and now, snacks in moderation?!" Brian glared at Michael when they all set in the spacious living room the next morning.

"Here’s the thing. The point of this whole party is to get to mingle with your new family, not the tiny quiche. Grab the quiche, by all means, but then keep it moving and make chit-chat."

"You know my mom… she won't go for tiny quiches." Michael shook his head. Justin giggled quietly.

"…and we can't just chit chat, Brian…" Ben added.

"I believe you can, professor. And… I'll talk to Debb…" Brian smiled.

"Oh and as for outfits… I know you're planning a nice low key event for the newly weds but I suggest you keep the sequined hotpants in the closet" Brian mentioned to Michael with a tongue in cheek . "That means you might not want to change into an old t-shirt and jeans. Same goes for the grooms, by the way. And the most important thing to remember… just have fun".

"Thank you for doing that, Brian" Michael smiled.

"Come on… don't mention it. " Brian waved his hand. "And let me just say… your son has a good taste" He pointed at a picture of a happy young couple proudly smiling from the screen savor of Michael's phone.